[It's indeed a little too fast and a little too much because Tate feels Derek fuck into him with a sharp stab of pain, toes curling in his sneakers as he's got nothing to do but let it happen. He sinks on Derek's cock, feeling each inch of it stretch him open starting with the bulbous head and settling around the girth near the base of his cock with a flexing tense of his muscles. It burns, it hurts and yet it feels so good to be full. He presses every inch inside Tate, making him whine from the pressure and give a little kick of his leg when they shift and he gets a surge of pleasurable discomfort.
Has he been saying fuck under his breath for the last five seconds? Yes, yes he has.
The camera's still going off in staggered intervals, punches of light here and there that Tate fully ignores. He's clutching to Derek with an arm slung over his shoulder, the other bracing against his chest with his fingers splayed. He looks down, face still nuzzling against Derek's, but his eyes dropping to watch his hand curl around his cock. Tate tries to fuck toward it but he's still so earnestly full of cock that the motion jars him and he moans loud and unobscured.]
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Has he been saying fuck under his breath for the last five seconds? Yes, yes he has.
The camera's still going off in staggered intervals, punches of light here and there that Tate fully ignores. He's clutching to Derek with an arm slung over his shoulder, the other bracing against his chest with his fingers splayed. He looks down, face still nuzzling against Derek's, but his eyes dropping to watch his hand curl around his cock. Tate tries to fuck toward it but he's still so earnestly full of cock that the motion jars him and he moans loud and unobscured.]
Y-Yeah, yeah. Okay. Okay.